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November 25, 2004

World's Best Pecans


Right here is where you buy them.

You get an email after you order saying, "We're out shaking the trees right now for you!"

Don't spend another holiday season with those dreadful, plastic-bagged pecans you find in supermarkets: those were frozen who knows how long ago, then stored, thawed, and shipped.

Fresh pecans like Rosalie's are sui generis.

They pick their very best nuts for in-shell sales.

You get Pawnee, Desirable, Kiowa, or Sumner varieties, depending on the time of the harvesting season.

Get one of their Duke's Pecan Crackers too:


fun to use, and nice whole nut halves almost every time.

Their price for the cracker is quite good: $11.95, as opposed to $19.95 most everywhere else.

I'm nuts about these nuts.

November 25, 2004 at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

'My battery's about to die'


Ever say that to someone while you're on your cellphone?

Never again if you've got the Pocket Charger in your pocketbook.

This little $17.95 device uses three AAA batteries to give you up to 50 minutes of talk time or three hours of standby time.

Need more time?

Buy more batteries.

A lifesaver if you're somewhere without your charger or car or electricity.

That ever happen to you?

Thought so.

Comes with a set of four adapters for Motorola, Sony Ericsson, Nokia, and Samsung phones.

Maybe you should also get one for your friend whose phone's always about to die.

November 25, 2004 at 03:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack



A British company called Tolerance set up this website, which "seeks to lift the barrier of ignorance which prevents people from enjoying the food of the capital [London] and from exploring new cuisines."

The website invites you to "select a religion," offering a choice of nine, then to "select an area" - North London, Central London, West London, etc.

Up come the restaurants in that area that suit your religion of choice, along with symbols showing which other religions can find their food there.

It's interesting, isn't it, how all these rules and prohibitions and forbidden foods have arisen over time?

Back in the day, when cavemen were cavemen, there was very little discussion given to food preferences, I'm almost certain.

November 25, 2004 at 02:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

'Rock journalism is people who can't write, interviewing people who can't talk, for people who can't read.' - Frank Zappa


The legendary rocker, perhaps the first and greatest of all "alternative" rock artists, is the subject of a new biography by Barry Miles.


Camille Paglia wrote a wonderful review


for the November 14 New York Times Book Review.

From her appreciation:

    Miles traces Zappa's credibility problem to his "self-destructive" habit of giving sexual or scatalogical titles to his serious pieces.

    The bold feminist Germaine Greer was a Zappa fan.

    His second wife, Gail, said, "Frank did not do love."

    Because he thought formal education was a waste of time, Zappa took his children out of school and refused to pay for college.

    After he died in 1993 at 52 of prostate cancer, his children put his espresso machine and cayenne pepper into his coffin.

Zappa was a brilliant guitarist


and called his solos "air sculptures."


November 25, 2004 at 01:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Poets House


It's at 72 Spring Street in SoHo, and it's one of those little-known great places in New York.

Founded in 1985 by Stanley Kunitz and Elizabeth Kray, its mission is to provide a place for poetry and to document poetry in the culture.

It now numbers over 225,000 annual visitors to its website - poetshouse.org - and bricks-and-mortar location.

The mother lode is a 45,000-volume poetry library, with a reading room full of soft, comfy chairs to while away an afternoon.

I guarantee you no one looking for you will think to look here.

The library's free and open to anyone, and includes books, journals, audiotapes, videos, and ephemera.

There's also a nice children's room with 1,000 origami mobiles and more than 700 children's poetry books.

Each year Poets House produces about 100 literary events.

Perhaps the most valuable resource, though, is its online directory.

It currently provides information on 15,476 poetry titles published between 1990 and Spring 2004.

It's fully searchable by author, title, editor or translator, publisher, publication date, book type, and any keyword from the description.

You can sort your results by author, title or publisher.

It's considered the most comprehensive information about American poetry books and their publishers available anywhere.

Bonus: the directory page also has tons of information and resources regarding how to go about getting your poetry published.

November 25, 2004 at 12:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Deputy Dawg is Dead


Well, the guy who did his voice, Dayton Allen, is, and that's more or less the same thing.

Allen died in Hendersonville, North Carolina on November 11 at 85 of a massive stroke.

Deputy Dawg was one of my favorite boyhood cartoon characters.

He appeared in 1960, a subpar lawman more concerned with napping than catching bad guys.

His human boss, the Sheriff, a white-moustached humanoid toon, regularly reprimanded him for incompetence and inadequate performance, but Deputy Dawg never let it get him down.

Meanwhile, his homies - Muskie the Muskrat, Ty Coon, and Vincent Van Gopher - looked on in amusement.

Allen, who did the voices of almost all the characters, would often give them the voices of well-known celebrities, adding to the general merriment.

Allen was also the voice of the cartoon magpies Heckle and Jeckle, and before that spent four years on the original Howdy Doody Show with Buffalo Bob Smith, giving voice to marionette characters like Mr. Bluster and Flub-a-Dub as well as human characters like Pierre the Chef.


November 25, 2004 at 11:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Trader Monthly


This new magazine just launched.

From a review:

    Trader Monthly is the only magazine specifically designed for the exciting, fast-paced life of the professional trader.

    In each issue we'll bring you news, strategy, and profiles of successful traders from around the globe, along with the latest in high-end sports cars, dream real estate, deluxe timepieces, fantastic vacations and much more.

    Let us show you how to See It, Make It, Spend It.

The first issue features a story headlined "Will My Heart Palpitations Kill Me?"

It addresses one of the downsides of trading, aside from the fact you can lose your shirt with a poorly-timed trade; the reality is that many, if not most, traders exist on poor diets, little sleep, and too much stress.

I can't imagine anything more unpleasant than being a trader.

The thing that is most off-putting to me is the need to be aware of markets 24/7.

Traders sleep with their computer terminals; they get up every couple hours to check their positions and make adjustments accordingly.

What a nightmare.

November 25, 2004 at 10:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

Heidi Klum will wake you up


No lie: if she's not your type, there's





Darth Vader,



Ice T, and a few others, including a crying baby, who'll give you a wake-up call tomorrow or Saturday - free.


It's Target's holiday shopping promo: the idea is that you'll then be able to be the first person in line at the mall when they unlock the doors.


I'm sleeping in, thank you very much.

November 25, 2004 at 09:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

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